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3 True wisdom it imparts;
Commands our hope and fear;
O may we hide it in our hearts,
And feel its influence there.

1 GOD, in the Gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal counsels known;
"Tis here his richest mercy shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
2 Wisdom its dictates here imparts,
To form our minds, to cheer our hearts;
Its influence makes the sinner live;
It bids the drooping saint revive.

3 Our raging passions it controls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls;
It brings a better world in view,
And guides us all our journey through.

4 May this blest volume ever lie
Close to my heart, and near my eye,
Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage.

Revelation. Ps. 119.

1 LET all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book,

WATHY

Great God, if once compared with thine
How mean their writings look!

2 Not the most perfect rules they gave
Could show one sin forgiven,
Nor lead a step beyond the grave
But thine conduct to heaven.

3 I've seen an end of what we call
Perfection here below;

How short the powers of nature fall.
And can no farther go!

4 Our faith, and love, and every grace,
Fall far below thy word;
But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwel! only with the Lord.

194.

L. M.

The Scriptures.

ANONYMOUR.

1 LAMP of our feet! whose hallowed beam
Deep in our hearts its dwelling hath,
How welcome is the cheering gleam
Thou sheddest o'er our lowly path!
Light of our way! whose rays are flung
In mercy o'er our pilgrim road,
How blessed, its dark shades among,
The star that guides us to our God.

2 In the sweet morning's hour of prime,
Thy blessed words our lips engage,
And round our hearths at evening time
Our children spell the holy page;
The waymark through long distant years,
To guide their wandering footsteps on,
Till thy last loveliest beam appears,

Inscribed upon the churchyard stone.

3 Lamp of our feet! which day by day
Are passing to the quiet tomb.
If on it fall thy peaceful ray,

Our last low dwelling hath no gloom.
How beautiful their calm repose

To whom thy blessed hope is given
Whose pilgrimage on earth is closed
By the unfolding gates of heaven!

195.

C. M.

Comfort from the Bible.

WATTS.

1 LORD, I have made thy word my choice,
My lasting heritage;

There shall my noblest powers rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.

2 I'll read the histories of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight,
While through the promises I rove,
With ever-fresh delight.

3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown
Where springs of life arise,
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.

4 The best relief that mourners have
It makes our sorrows blest;
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,
And our eternal rest.

196.

L. M.

The Same.

ANONYMOUS.

1 THOU BOOk of life!-in thee are found
The mysteries of my Maker's will;
Treasures of knowledge here abound,
The deepest, loftiest mind to fill.

2 Thou art a banquet;-choicest food
I'll seek in thee: thou art a rock,
Whence pour sweet waters; every good

From thee doth flow for Christ's own flock.

3 Light of the world! thy beams impart To lead my feet through life's dark way; O shine on this benighted heart,

Nor let me from thy guidance stray.

4 Healer of all the woes of life!

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The balm of souls diseased; to save From all earth's pain; and end the strife Of death, with victory o'er the grave!

S. M.

The Bible.

1 IT is the one true light,

E. TAYLOR

When other lamps grow dim,
"T will never burn less purely bright,
Nor lead astray from Him.

It is Love's blessed band,

That reaches from the throne

To him-whoe'er he be-whose hand
Will seize it for his own!

2 It is the golden key

Unto celestial wealth,

Joy to the sons of poverty,

And to the sick man, health!
The gently proffer'd aid

Of one who knows and best
Supplies the beings he has made
With what will make them blessed.

3 It is the sweetest sound

That infant years can hear,
Travelling across that holy ground,
With God and angels near.
There rests the weary head.
There age and sorrow go;
And how it smooths the dying bed,
O! let the Christian show!

CHRIST; HIS CHARACTER AND OFFICES.

198.

C. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST

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The Saviour Foretold.

1 BEHOLD my servant; see him rise
Exalted in my might!

Him have I chosen, and in him
I place supreme delight.

2 On him in rich effusion poured,
My spirit shall descend;

My truth and judgment he shall show
To earth's remotest end.

3 Gentle and still shall be his voice;
No threats from him proceed;
The smoking flax shall he not quench,
Nor break the bruised reed.

4 The feeble spark to flames he'll raise;
The weak will not despise ;

Judgment he shall bring forth to truth,
And make the fallen rise.

5 The progress of his zeal and power
Shall never know decline,

Till foreign lands and distant isles
Receive the law divine.

11s. M.

"Prepare ye the Way of the Lord."

DRUMMOND,

■ A VOICE from the desert comes awful and shrill; The Lord is advancing! prepare ye the

The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,

way!

And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of

day.